Rt. Hon. Kwesi Adu-Tutu was pleased with himself as he headed for the residence of President Stephen Marfo. He cared less about the rain which was lashing mercilessly at his vehicle. The windscreen wipers were working furiously to ensure he had good visibility as he drove.
The roads were empty. Occasionally, a vehicle will come driving past him from the opposite direction or he would pass one crawling at a snail pace in the rain. It was pitch dark with no moon or stars in the sky. He found himself soon driving past the Fiesta Royale Hotel, then the offices of Nestle Ghana Limited.
His thoughts went to Rex Yamoah and Kruger. He wondered if they had been released, concluding that they had not. If they had, he was sure Rex would have contacted him. He smiled. Soon, he would become the President of Ghana. One of his first actions as President, if Rex and Kruger are still in the custody of Military Intelligence, would be to order their release. He would then cause a statement to be issued saying the two were patriotic citizens of the land who got arrested because they tried to foil the attempt by the Vice-President to use force to take over power from the legitimately elected President of the land, Stephen Marfo. Then he would deal with the Director of Military Intelligence, Brigadier Addy; he would be dismissed.
His thoughts went to Vice- President Gertrude Mensah. Indeed, he was one of her admirers. If it was possible, he would have made her his Vice when he becomes President. However, she was the only one standing between him and the Presidency for which she has to be eliminated. She had been lucky so far to have escaped assassination. He decided he would no longer have her assassinated immediately once he became President. Rather, he would have her arrested, charged, tried and sentenced to at least ten years imprisonment. However, after she is sentenced, while she is being taken to the prison to begin serving her jail term, he would issue a statement pardoning her. That way, Ghanaians who so much admire her would be grateful to him and come to like him. His approval rate will soar. Then about a year later, he would have her killed in an accident just as he had his own wife killed.
“Hehehehehehe!” He laughed heartily behind the steering wheel as he drove past the Accra Mall. The rain showed no sign of stopping. He soon went past Action Chapel and Oak Plaza before turning right at the Palace Mall roundabout.
Every place was quiet. It was only then that he noticed there was a power outage. He guessed rightly that the places where he may have seen lights were places where electric generators had been switched on.
The rain continued to pour down furiously. Visibility was becoming poor. Moments later, he slowed down as he approached the main gate to the Airport Hills Estate. The gate looked deserted but when he got nearer, one of the security guards on duty emerged from the security post where he and two others had taken shelter.
He was in the same yellow raincoat in which he was when the Vice-President and the two soldiers drove through. And he had the umbrella over his head and torchlight in hand. He approached the vehicle from the driver’s side. The Speaker of Parliament let his window slide down.
“Good evening sir!” the security man said.
“Good evening young man. How are you?” the Speaker asked.
“I am fine sir,” the security man replied. Then he recognized the Speaker of Parliament.
“I am sure a high profile meeting is taking place at the President’s residence”,” he decided.
“I guess you are going to the President’s House,” he said to the Adu-Tutu
“Yeah! How are you able to tell?” the Speaker asked, smiling. He was impressed with the security man’s ability to guess where he was going to.
“Oh sir. It is easy to guess because the Vice-President passed here less than an hour ago to see the President. She must still be there because she has not come driving out of the estate,” the security man said as he called out his colleague to open the gate for the Speaker of Parliament.
Adu-Tutu snapped to attention. The security man had just said the Vice-President is at the President’s residence; she drove through the gates less than an hour ago.
Sweat broke out all over the Speaker’s body in spite of the weather. Fear began to gnaw at his heart. He felt weak in the knees. Quickly, he analysed the situation. And the obvious dawned on him. He did not need to be a rocket scientist to understand what was happening nor a soothsayer to know what would happen if he drove into the estate and to the President’s residence.